Meet Clarice

Order up! Coming! Clarice, where the heck is Dahlia? She better not be tardy again I don't know, Mrs. Peters I haven't seen her today Oh, I tell ya, the nerve of that girl showing Up late to work at my restaurant Our restaurant! Oh right Our restaurant Boy, you would not believe the traffic on my way here! You're right I wouldn't believe it because you walk to work Yeah, but the wicked witch doesn't have to know that Well, maybe she wouldn't be so wicked toward you If you showed up on time for once Good morning, Mrs. P! Is that new mascara you're wearing? How many times do I have to tell you Not to call me Mrs. P? See, I just think it has a nice ring to it and You're tardy! Again! That's the third time this week young lady! But Mrs. P I'm only a few minutes late and I'm sure I can make up the time at the end of the day or something We don't have to count me as being tardy I would count myself as tardy! You can only have up to so many tardies before I fire You and serve your head on a platter to my customers! Well, it was worth a shot I expect these tables to be spotless young lady! You know you don't have to work here You see, that would be true, except I've been Fired from every other job I've had Yeah, I wonder why And I only have this job because my aunt is Good friends with "Miss Pain in my Behind" back Behind the counter I think she's quite lovely Well maybe if I had nice doe eyes And perfect hair she'd like me too Or, and I'm just throwing this out there, it's because I do my job Oh, you missed a spot Ew! That's gum! I ain't touchin' that I rest my case Speaking of which, how's your perfect little life going? Getting much traffic at the nightclub? Nah, not really I get the occasional praise from that One guy that always sits in the back Ooo, is he cute? Well He's homeless…And forty…And only shows up because He picks the leftovers out of the trash Cheer up! At least you're getting yourself out there I'm sure you'll blow up anytime now And if I don't? Come on, Clarice You're not seriously telling me you'd be Okay with working at the Diner for the rest of your life? I mean, I've considered it I enjoy being around people, and Maybe being a singer is just a side gig But it can't be! Do you know what I'd do If I had your voice? Your talent? You're practically perfect Woah, woah, woah Who said anything about being perfect? I mean, it's quite obvious You've got the whole package You're smart, pretty, talented, anyone in Their right mind would wanna be you You just need a little push Why's that? Because if you made it big your life would truly be perfect I'd hate to see you give that up I moved to New York City straight out of high school I thought that I had the perfect dream and That my cards were just right I left my whole family behind to live in a 200 square foot box in Manhattan It was a different time Though I still have a hope deep down that I'll make it in the music world I have to be realistic